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Thursday, March 30, 2006
Whoa
Oh fuck. I had a long, interesting post about what happened today in the neurology ward. Then I realised I can't post it, as it might get me in hot water. Doctor-patient confidentiality cock. Fuck lah, wasted twenty minutes of my time. Could have been watching Lost. Episode 17 is out, ya know? Anyway I had a really good day. Too bad I can't share it with ya. Fuck fuck fuck. I'm currently in the mood to spend. On gadgets. I want a new laptop. And I want a PDA phone. Bloody hell if only money grew on trees. It's friday tomorrow, yay. Can finally kick back and relax for a bit. TGIF, babes.. TGIF.
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Monday, March 27, 2006
Quickie
Hello, apa khabar hari ini?
The shit's piled up so high, it's a chore even breathing. It's hectic. It is, really.Clinicals in Penang is a real shock to my system. One has to study almost every single day in order to keep up. I don't know how I can keep this up, haha.There are nice doctors in the wards of course, but there are also really fucked up ones. Plus there's even politics to be aware of with the nurses.I'm constantly overwhelmed. I feel like I have to do three things at once, most times. Bloody fuck I haven't even eaten everything I want to yet, and I've been back three weeks.Three bloody weeks.This is me hoping I'm still adjusting, I'm just adjusting, that I'll fall right in sync in no time. Thank whoever is up there I'm living at home; I don't have to wash clean iron cook. If not, how? Die. Die like anjing kurap.Puki lah. Puki ayam berbulu. Cibai. Fuck wei the timetables are so fucking confusing.Fuck I'm all hectic. Grammar has gone selamat tinggal.
There's so much shit to wipe clean. One to print, one to read from, sometimes one to watch porn on. Switching between two closely placed mice is very challenging. Coordination, balls. Dysdiadochokinesis. Puki.
Not just two comps, I need two tables. The table in the previous pic was full, and there weren't even any books on it. This is the study table, right opposite the comp table. Stylo mylo, balls.
But it's kinda all worth it.. I think. I hope. In the end, being able to do this with me old mates just takes all the shit outta the day, however crappy it was.Gotta run. Still have some studying to do before I hit the sack.I love you all.
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